Make It Swell
Make It Swell
Erotic story written by G. Love and Quentonis\ (18 years or over please)
In a small grassy field deep in a mountain valley, a small dragon boy, 18 years of age, sighed. He was lean and beautiful, his scales a dark red color, almost burgundy. He had small, feminine features, with a soft, cute nose and smooth, firm butt along with curvy, wide hips. He sighed again, bored, his small t-shirt and short shorts loose on his frame.
His eyes brightened in glee as a shadow passes over him, a large, semi-nude dragon landing a few yards away. He was larger, more masculine, and of a forest-green persuasion, wearing a loose pair of shorts. The bigger dragon purred as the smaller hugged him enthusiastically.
"You're late, bitch," said the red dragon with a giggle.
"I can be as late as I want, Quent," laughed the larger one.
Quent huffed, "But Matt! I've been bored ALL DAY! And now you've been out all day working and hunting, and you don't wanna ever do anything when you're like this." He stuck out his tongue.
Matt rolled his eyes and lay down on the grass. "Meh. You're right."
Quent plopped down beside him in disappointment as Matt curled around him. The green dragon kissed his friend on the neck, making Quent giggle. "Don't try to make up, I'm still bored."
Matt sighed now. "Fine." He said, growling low. Kicking his shorts off, he took the back of Quent's shirt and promptly ripped downwards, reducing the t-shirt to shreds.
"W-what the hell?" Stammered Quent as Matt did the same for his shorts, exposing the red dragon's soft butt, round scrotum, and swelling sheath.
"Now it's time for mating." He snarled, pushing him down to the grass, biting his mate's neck and grabbing his firm, smooth legs, pushing them down. His long, meaty cock hardened, pushing at Quent's tight little sphincter.
"H-Hey!" screamed Quent, his short, stubby cock hardening quickly, "I like to be warned before being raped!"
"You aren't being raped," growled Matt, pushing another few inches into Quent's ass, "You're willing if I say you are."
Quent groaned, his smooth, warm anus clenching tightly around the throbbing dragon meat as Matt forced himself in smoothly, pulling out, and repeating the process as his fat, swollen balls rolled with each thrust.
"Beg for it, boy." He growled.
Quent moaned, "Oh, please, deeper, harder, make me scream!" he said, his soft, pudgy toes clenching tightly, rubbing against his mate's face. "I'm anything you say, huh?"
"You'd love to have my eggs, wouldn't you?" Matt chuckled, grunting, pushing harder.
"Males can't have eggs, silly." Giggled Quent, clenching his anus muscles around his lover's throbbing tool.
Matt purred, sinking his cock into his mate, nearly to the red dragon's intestines. "But if you could, you would right?" he licked and sucked at Quent's little toes, nuzzling his soft soles.
"Oh, god yes, I'd have enough family to fill a castle for you!" whined the feminine red dragon, his cock dripping clear, sticky pre-cum onto his belly.
Matt grinned, increasing the intensity of his thrusting and gripping his mate's erection tightly, denying him orgasm. Quent whined and humped his hand, desperately trying to come as his small toes flexed and clenched tightly, dark silky soles high in the air. Matt purred as he felt the pressure increase under his palm, his girly male mate trying to shoot his load. Quent squealed, clenching tighter around Matt's cock.
"I like you when you're tired!" exclaimed the submissive Quent.
Matt laughed, getting a sadistic look in his eyes. Reaching for his pants pocket, he pulled out a short piece of rope, tying it around Quent's stubby dick tightly, making him squeak and blush deeply. Matt tilted his lover up, his legs and back high, so that the red dragon's bound cock was pointed right down at his face as Matt thrust downwards.
"Open your mouth, bitch." Quent gladly did so, opening his maw wide as Matt continued to fuck, untying the constricting rope. His lover groaned and came straight into his own mouth, ropes of slick white warm dragon seed splashing into the back of his throat. "Don't swallow yet," growled Matt. Quent obeyed as his Matt pulled out slowly and masturbated, ejaculating into Quent's mouth, adding his own semen as his balls swayed and rolled over the red dragon's head. "Now swallow."
Quent purred, rolling the mouthful of bitter semen around on his tongue before gulping down every drop, moaning as is moved down his throat and into his belly. Matt grinned. "Good boy."
Quent sighed, then suddenly yelp as his naked, still erect mate picked him up, walking towards his campsite with a dark, lusty look in his eyes. "I'm going to fuck you until your belly swells with cum." His mate squealed with glee.
Once back at the small campsite, Matt renewed his mating efforts, plowing his lover's small scaly ass with heated vigor, thrusting his behemoth of a tool savagely. Quent purred in delight, closing eyes and sinking into the motions and feelings, phasing in and out of reality, only feeling the motions of Matt's cock within him, his own erection staying rock hard. The large green male forced him to cum and cum again, emptying each slick hot load into a bucket. Each time, Quent regained his arousal within moments, displaying his draconic prowess in marathon mating. Matt, too, showed no short-'cumming' in that department, matching a single explosive orgasm to Quent's two, each one making his mate's belly grow bigger and rounder, making it jiggle full of cum.
Finally, the milk bucket was full of Quent's gooey semen. Matt groaned and reluctantly pulled out of the stretched, reddened ass, his personal cock sheath. As his mate lay on his back, purring and rubbing his fat, gurgling stomach and throbbing wet dick, Matt fetched a large funnel and pulled Quent into a sitting position. Tilting the red dragon's head up, he placed the small end of the funnel into Quent's mouth and dumped the contents of the cum bucket into it, holding it as Quent eagerly gulped down his own reproductive fluids, his throat bulging a little with each swallow. His belly expanded even more, his hide stretched as his fat stomach now hid his erection, which began to buck and jerk in another submissively-induced orgasm.
Once Quent had licked the bucket clean, his face, neck and chest splattered with dripping cum, he sat back, panting, watching his immense stomach roll with each movement.
"Did you like that, little Quent?" purred Matt, suckling softly on his mate's still-engorged member.
Quent whined from the sucking, licking his lips. "Oh, yes 'master', I want more and more and even more!"
Matt chuckled. "Wouldn't your belly get too big?"
"Dominating me and moving me around and tying me up again is just fine with me, lover." He giggled, stroking a finger along Matt's chest and licking a nipple.
"Good." Swiftly, Matt took up his mate, tying him tightly. His ankles and tail bound to his neck, small wrists tied behind his back, Quent squirmed and purred. He watched as Matt fixed a rope to a long strong tree limb and tether Quent to the end, the red dragon's stomach hanging heavily below him. "Hehe, one final touch." He wrapped Quent's face in a dark leather mask, hiding all but his short muzzle, draping his mate in darkness.
Quent whimpered and squirmed in sheer delight, nearly cumming from just his position alone. Matt smirked and whistled. "Matt? What are you doing?"
His mate giggled as a tall, feral dragon poked his head out, sniffing in deeply the smell of warm wet sex. He plodded forward, unafraid of the two other dragons, sniffing a at the suspended dragon's reddened stretched anus, giving a lick to Quent's loins. The red dragon yelped in surprise as he felt the licking and sniffing, groaning as he felt the weight of the big feral male upon him, thrusting a hot, swollen tool at the dragon's tight orifice. Quent moaned in sheer delight, unable to move and hardly able to speak as he was rammed into, the feral cock pulling his ass-cheeks apart. He felt another warm dick poke at his lips in the darkness. Quent purred, kissing the warm tool and licking it before accepting, opening his mouth and sucking down the rock hard meat. He yelped in surprise as something warm wrapped around his all but hidden dick, a slick strong tongue lapping it head to balls.
A warm hand rubs his soft girly feet, followed by more and more soft, scaly paws running all over his body. He felt the throbbing tools rub against various parts of his body, girlish toes suckled by eager mouths as he slurped hard on the stranger's cock, wiggling some for the big , panting feral currently plowing his ass. The solid member in his mouth suddenly bucked and unloaded a hot load of cum into his mouth, the moaning red dragon swallowing as he himself was pushed to orgasm, spewing his dragon-dew on the face of his orally-fixated friend.
The feral, first to join in the sin-fest, came with a pleasured roar, warbling in happiness as his cum was added to the growing reservoir of dragon seed inside Quent's belly. The red dragon whimpered and moaned, anus muscles clenching in reaction to his orgasm, forcing him to cum again. With much reluctance, the dragon pulled out, allowing another heavy feral dragon to leap up, taking his place and resuming the mating assault on Quent's tight rump. Quent moaned and licked at another tall male-hood laid on his nose, feeling ropes of warm cum splash onto his face and chest and back and butt, his cock exposed to the cold air before being engulfed again, a warm tongue wrapping around it.
Quent whimpered desperately, almost overloaded with pleasure, wanting to scream with delight. "Love? Where are you?" he cried out, face blinded by the mask.
"I'm right here, hun," said Matt in the darkness, kissing Quent's cum-dripping lips softly. The feral pants, forcing himself in and out as Quent's distended, sloshing stomach swung gently. "Does it feel good?" Matt held one of the male's mating tools, rubbing a it on his bound mate's nose teasingly, leaving a little string of pre-cum from his lips and nose to the end of the red throbbing cock.
Quent returned the kiss with all the passion and love he could muster, truly expressing his devotion to his loving, powerful mate. He purred from the trail of pre-cum, licking at it, slipping his tongue out far as he could trying to lick the cock. He moaned out from the buried dragon bone in his ass, one fucking him down hard and panting. "I-I'm going to pass out if I get anymore pleasure."
"Then let me help you." A fresh dick was shoved into Quent's eager mouth; another dragon discharged his full load of cum into him, his belly now reaching the ground, ballooned to several times its original size. Suddenly, the previous dragon cock was replaced with an even larger one, the fat balls slapping his cheeks as he felt the weight of a great scaly beast on his back, biting at his neck. His was vision completely cut off by the blindfold as his immobile body is fucked, felt, rubbed, molested, and sucked by unseen paws and cocks. Dozens of horny dragons, both feral and more evolved like Quent and Matt, had their way with whatever part of Quent's immobile body they could find, his mouth wrapped around a cock, another purring dragon using his cock as a lollipop.
It was too much for Quent. Screaming in utter delight, his girlish toes clenched, body tensing up, clenching and sucking and rubbing and stroking vigorously. His cock exploded into the dragon's waiting mouth and unleashing more cum than should have been possible, screaming more his belly swollen to full capacity.
He panted, losing consciousness slowly, body thoroughly exhausted. The dragons began to disperse, some falling asleep in warm afterglow beside his swollen body. Matt purred, very tired himself, untying his lover and rolling him into a more comfortable position on the cool cum soaked grass.
"I love you, Quent." He whispered with a tender kiss.